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A Father’s Heart, Broken
I share with you what happened to us Thanksgiving night Nov 26th, 2009...
Makayla Joy was the only daughter my wife Muriel and I had been blessed with at the time. After dinner and singing around the piano I put 6-year old Makayla to bed. Then, we all went into the kitchen area to pack up leftovers and begin saying our goodbyes. Without a word, the murderer began shooting. First, he killed his sister right in front of me. Then, her pregnant twin. It sort of gets blurry at this point, but my wife’s mother was also killed and there were two others wounded. He started toward the front door, but just before exiting, he stepped into our 6-year old daughter’s room and shot Makayla Joy Sitton three times as she lay in her bed.
It took over three years before I could feel true joy again. Our home had once been full of love, laughter and music. But, it instantly fell silent, cold and empty. No more lil girl giggles. No more hugs or kisses for Papa. No music. All of that was replaced by a mothers' wailing, anger and questions of WHY? Why Makayla, WHY US? Why GOD? How? How are we to survive this?? Is it even possible?
We had only two choices really, run from God into booze, anger and drugs, OR run to God seeking comfort. We would just sit there for months, deeply hurt, dazed and confused. PTSD, Shock, ANGER and fear, and the murderer was still on the loose. Cops were protecting us 24/7 and
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